Daily Life in the Countryside After Being Reborn

Chapter 698: Chapter 66: Rookie in the Game of Love

"Miss Xu, you’re drunk. Tell me your address? I’ll take you home." They say it’s not the wine that gets you drunk, but yourself. Xu Lan Ya has been mingling in drinking scenes since she was fourteen and drinks like water. Tonight, it’s not clear whether it was Yezi’s persistent encouragement or the accumulated pressure of family affairs over the past months that got her completely plastered.

"Call me Lan Ya, and I’ll call you Ah Ye. I feel so stuffy and hot, Ah Ye, come feel my heart. Is it beating super fast?" Little Pig, upon hearing those drunken murmurs, looked up gleefully. With his little beady eyes, he watched Yezi—Bro, it’s not that I don’t want to help you, but I’m no pervert to feel her for you.

"Miss Xu, let me get a room for you," Yezi certainly didn’t want to take her home. It was safer to find a hotel for what was to come.

Some might wonder where Yezi learned his social tricks, especially his technique of toasting that night, all taught by Uncle Lu when they were together.

Uncle Lu said that one’s alcohol tolerance varies with mood. Tonight, agreeing to Xu Lan Ya’s invitation, Yezi had calculated that after the day’s events, her mood couldn’t possibly be good.

So, while urging her to drink, he intentionally sped up the pace, had a few drinks himself, and somewhat reluctantly allowed Xu Lan Ya to grope him, eventually seducing her with the twin temptations of "male charm" and "alcohol."

Yezi himself wasn’t sure where exactly to get a room. He had booked rooms a few times at Emperor Hotel when helping Huang Teng Chong with guests, so he headed there familiarly and hefted her out of the taxi like nothing. Perhaps his lack of gentle care was too apparent; staff and guests alike turned to look.

"Idiot, ordinary people come here for sleazy deeds. Can’t you act like a normal man?" Even the pseudo-live-chicken Little Pig couldn’t bear to watch.

Yezi retorted, "She’s not Xiao Xian; just not dragging her is enough for me." But he still changed his approach, carrying her on his back, while Xu Lan Ya mumbled behind him.

After registering under Huang Teng Chong’s name, Yezi, under a sea of ambiguous stares, went upstairs.

Just as Yezi was dragging Xu Lan Ya into the elevator, a group entered the lobby of Emperor Hotel.

"Mr. Li, what’s the matter?" A few delegates from the Guizhou delegation called out to Li Quqi. Coincidentally, this hotel was also their accommodation. Li Quqi thought the young man’s silhouette he had just seen looked like Yezi.

It had been over a year since this father had seen that troublemaker and was still trying to process it.

"I thought I saw our Yezi, but it doesn’t seem right; he’s a bit taller, and the clothes don’t seem right." Li Quqi certainly didn’t want to believe that the young man, carrying a drunk woman, was up to no good, could be his Yezi.

No, regardless of whether it was Yezi or not, Beijing is a big melting pot. If his son stayed here too long, he might pick up bad habits.

Li Quqi hurriedly pulled out the contact number Yezi last mentioned over the phone and called it.

Yezi had already dumped Xu Lan Ya onto the bed, too lazy to take off her shoes, haphazardly covering her mostly exposed skin with a blanket when his phone started ringing.

Yezi picked up the phone to see an unfamiliar number and casually answered, "Yezi, where are you right now?"

"Father, how come..." Seeing a local Beijing number, how could father be using a local number? Yezi then recalled, during the National People’s Congress sessions in Beijing, Li Quqi did have a Beijing number.

Counting the years, four years a cycle, father was indeed in Beijing for the Congress.

Instantly sweating coldly, he imagined the dire consequences of encountering his father at this critical time. If father interrupted now, he would be utterly defenseless.

"What’s your location? Come to room 314 of Emperor Hotel to see me first thing tomorrow," Li Quqi demanded, having heard a distinct cough on the other end.

At an inopportune moment, Xu Lan Ya on the bed called out, "Ah Ye."

Li Quqi pricked up his ears, puzzled, "What’s that sound?"

"Chirp chirp," Little Pig was picked up by Yezi and brought close to the phone, "It’s Little Pig wanting to eat bugs in the middle of the night, the third watch. In this dead of winter, where am I supposed to find bugs to feed it?"